Instead of being purely based on one entity,
this story takes background from Classic Donald Duck
cartoons, Ducktales, and Darkwing
Duck.

Written By

Stef With a F

And

Nightw2 (aka comickook)

Disclaimers: Disney owns most of these characters. Dumbella Duck's past as
Bella Widgeon is mine, as are the characters of Melanie Widgeon, Ronnie and Lisa
Mallard, and whomever else I mention in the future.

Author Notes: This story is a sequel to the stories "Back to the Nest" and
"Extended Wings". Reading those stories prior this one would help; though you
most likely could understand this story regardless.

Chapter 10 : Revealing Information

Written By:

Stef with an F

The Duck triples rushed to what was left of the towers that Negaduck
abolished. The brave heroine Quiverwing was trapped among a ton of rocks.

"Quiverwing!" Huey shouted, as he made it down the one of ropes, to the lobby
one floor down.

Dewey and Louie down rushed their respective ropes after him.

"Is she all right?" Dewey shouted.

"I don't know..." Huey answered, not yet in viewing range.

Quiverwing looked up, her eyes meeting Huey's. Huey, who was just finished
making it down the rope, paused; his eyes widen in surprise.

"Gosalyn," he gasped.

"Huey," she whispered back, trying her best to sit up.

"No!" Huey shouted, as he bolted to her side.

He cradled her head in his lap. "Are you alright?" he whispered.

"Huey..." Quiverwing answered in a reassuring voice. "Yes, I think so. But I
am trapped underneath these...pieces of rumble."

"But...Gos..." he continued. "There must be several tons of rock...How..."

"It's only TWO tons..." Quiverwing said half-joking before adding in a more
serious tone "and this armor I'm wearing protects me from such attacks. It is
something you learn after multiple run-ins with the Fearsome Five. I'm just a
little stuck right now."

She gently caressed Huey's face. "I'm really am fine," she promised.

Dewey and Louie finally made it down their ropes. They noticed that Huey was
removing boulder after boulder.

"Quick!" Huey shouted. "Please help me remove these!"

Louie nodded and joined his brother in removing the debris.

"Are you alright?" Dewey asked. "I'll be after I get out of here Dewey,"
Quiverwing answered.

"Gosalyn Mallard?" he inquired, his jaw dropped, recognizing her voice, from
the few times he met his brother Huey's girlfriend.

Louie looked at Gosalyn briefly, holding back a smile. It figures that
Gosalyn would follow in her father Darkwing's shoes. Darkwing "accidentally"
revealed the fact he was Drake Mallard by publicly announcing that he was
Gosalyn's father at the Moonbeam about a month ago. This was the night Gosalyn
decided to escape from her bedroom when she was supposed to be grounded due to
the fact that Drake came home one night seeing Gosalyn sleeping upon a guy,
fully clothed mind you, yet still unacceptable at 1am. Drake was so worried,
fearing the worst, that he did not bring care to his retention of his secret
identity. And in an almost comical, yet intense display, Drake Mallard, and the
boys' uncle, Donald Duck had quite a loud conversation in the parking lot.
Fortunately, for Darkwing, only a few members of the Duck Family overheard and
retained this revelation.

"Yeah...but, shh...that's low profile top secret information. Please help me
get out of here. We don't have much time. I hear police sirens in the
background..."

"Oh yeah...we called the police," Louie added. "Sorry."

Quiverwing made a half smile.

"Wish you didn't do that...I wanted to take out the Fearsome Five myself. I
have to prove to Darkwing that I have it what it takes to be part of his super
hero team."

Huey shook his head softly and dismayingly.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Huey said. After moving a few more boulders
with the help of both his brothers, "You should be able to get out now," he
added, helping Gosalyn up.

She slightly favored one of her ankles, which instinctually had Huey offering
himself as support.

Darkwing and Launchpad proceeded to the exits, when a group of military
personal stopped them, one of them placing his hand up.

Darkwing started to explain to the officer the events that taken place. The
solider nodded, and other soldiers took down some notes.

"Thank you for your help," the first solider stated. "This is a Brazilian
military concern now, and we expect your compliance."

Darkwing nodded an affirmative, but knew, in his mind, that meant little to
him. SHUSH put him on this case, and he will not abandon the case this easily.
Though, for the time being, he was going to let the military believe that their
wishes would be fulfilled.

"Thank you, feel free to finish any immediate business you have with the
inventors, then please exit so we can get to our duty," the solider added,
before turning his back to Darkwing and Launchpad so he could discuss matters
with his troops.

"Are we just going to let the military take over?" Launchpad whispered, quite
surprised to his partner's quick obedience.

Darkwing shook his head. "Of course not LP, but we have to take care of our
actions. Let's go talk to some of the inventors, maybe they will have some
insight into this matter," Darkwing answered, and a quieter voice added, "And
perhaps we will discover some invention to help capture F.O.W.L. to boot."

Launchpad smiled wildly. Now that sounded like the DW he knew and loved.

Daisy was relaxing on a curtsey launch chair on their suite's balcony when
she heard a disturbance in the distance. Slightly concerned, she got up to
investigate the matter, when a familiar sound calmed her.

"Darn blasted thing!" Donald shouted, barley audible.

Donald's electronically suite keycard decided not to work, and Donald's
patience was running on empty. Donald had visited the gift shop and was having
much trouble juggling the baggage, and the deviant key just made it worse. Daisy
had to laugh to herself and she began to unhinge the lock herself, not knowing
that Donald's keycard at last granted him a green light and her unlocking began
to counteract this fact. Unhinged himself Donald kicked the door, which caused
him to accidentally knocked Daisy to the ground as she opened the door.

"Daisy!" Donald shouted. "Are you all right!" He suddenly dropped all his
bags, so he could crouch down and attend to his wife. One of the bags contained
an item of delicate nature, which in return shattered, only to infuriate Donald
yet more.

"Let me help you picked it up." "Darn blasted thing!" Donald shouted again.
"I bought you this figurine and now it's just a bunch of broken mess."

Daisy picked up the fractured figurine and studied it. It was quite
beautiful. It was of a little girl (in this case, a little girl duck). She had
black hair, and beautiful almond-colored feathers. She wore a green dress, with
white Pokka dots, with white sleeves, a white slip underneath, and a stylish red
hat.

"The boys are still out," Daisy replied. "But they did check in about an hour
ago, then they left again. I wonder what those three are up too. You just missed
Bella and Melanie. They decided to do some sightseeing. I offered tending to
Melanie for her but she refused. Telling me that she didn't want to ruin my
evening. Did she know something of this?"

Donald did not answer at first. "Be careful," he finally said, "There might
still be some broken pieces on the floor. I ought to call housekeeping to see if
they can tend to our room when we are gone."

Daisy laughed. "That little sneak! She did know!" Daisy guessed.

Donald shrugged his shoulders; "I don't know!" he answered.

Daisy shook her head. "Like brother like sister! It's in the genes: I guess."

"You know, we might be only distant cousins, and for that I am glad," Donald
paused, undressing Daisy with his eyes. "But I know you have inherited that
trait too."

Daisy giggled.

Quiverwing was limping slightly, when Huey and the boys helped her to the
Hamburger Hippo that existed on the other side of the little bridge that divided
the road.

"Sit, for a moment so I can check that ankle of yours," Huey commanded.

Gosalyn sighed.

"Huey, I am fine. I think I only twisted it a tiny bit in the fall. The armor
protected me," Gosalyn shouted.

"Please Quiverwing," Huey said again, "let me look".

Quiverwing crossed her arms.

"Fine!" Quiverwing relented. "If it makes you feel better."

"It will thank you," Huey retorted, as he started to unlace Quiverwing's
boot.

"Okay," Huey stated. "Yes, it looks a little raw, it should be wrapped."

"Okay," Quiverwing responded. "Let's get out of here. Hamburger Hippo is not
my idea of a safe location."

Huey nodded, again helped Quiverwing down the path.

"Is your place around here?" Huey asked.

"Kinda," Quiverwing answered. "I just need to get this ankle tended to so I
can get back to stopping the Fearsome Five."

Huey gently grasped Quiverwing's hand.

"Dewey, Louie and I have decided. We are going to help you stop the Fearsome
Five," Huey informed.

Quiverwing pulled away from Huey.

"Are you crazy!" Quiverwing questioned. "I mean, seriously, are you out of
your mind?"

Huey sighed heavily.

"No, you almost got killed today. We watched and you kept your own quite
well, with the four, but their leader almost turned you into mortar."

Quiverwing bit her lower lip and she shook her head.

"He just caught me unaware. I was grateful that you came when you did. I
might have still be under all that rock," she asserted. "But, Huey, I'm trained.
I know what I am doing. You three are going to get hurt!"

"Shh..." Huey commanded, taking Quiverwing into his arms, "We will not come
unarmed. There is an inventor's convention not too far from here. A friend of
ours is attending. He should have some equipment that can be of some use of us.
It was he who created Gizmoduck."

"I see," Quiverwing replied.

"Gos...please. Don't you think FOUR against five odds are much better than
ONE against five?" Huey challenged.

Gosalyn nodded her head.

"Yeah, I suppose you are correct," she surrendered.

"Good," Huey added, kissing Quiverwing on the lips.

Bella and Melanie were walking in the gardens near by the hotel.

"Isn't this beautiful, honey?" Bella asked her daughter.

"Yes! Mommy!" Melanie answered, jumping up and down. "Are you sure that I
can't pick some?"